William Elliott Whitmore | Field Song
write this down and don’t forget
that the best of times ain’t happened yet
the guilded age has long been done
and so many lost when the west was won
Like This, a poem by Rumi as read by Tilda Swinton.
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the night sky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this.
Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
How did Jacob’s sight return?
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this.
Toward the Sun | Alexi Murdoch
Now the ice is stirring and spring is near
There is no one calling but the sound is clear
Though I’m not yet gone, I’m still not here
Jay Jay Pistolet — Hooked Up On Us
I really miss the spring in my step,
the one that I contracted
from that bed in which we slept.
If a face that beautiful were to sing me this song I’d never need another man.
The Muses of Hercules | Zero to Hero
WHO PUT THE GLAD IN GLADIATOR
HERCULES
These bitches are my spirit animal forever
Anathallo :: All the First Pages
Many times in a band’s trajectory, you can pinpoint the moment where they found their zone. The elements and influences you loved from their previous efforts are reigned in, smoothed down, and coalesce into a streamlined and accessible statement of “This is who we are, this is what we want to say, and this is our voice.” For me, this song is Anathallo’s moment. The hints of anthemic group vocals, the multi-instrumental layers, the narrative lyric, all used to effect in their earlier work are all combined to great effect in a five-minute song, with the added bonus of synth sounds. There are many tracks on this album that give me the same feeling, but this is my favorite.
Plus there are astronauts and severed extremities.
download this album by any means possible.
This is a heartbreaking, but incredible story from a Radiolab episode called “Lost and Found”. It’s very much worth your 20 minutes.
brb crying forever.
Andrea Gibson | How It Ends
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
listening to this over and over and crying, it is the most beautiful thing.
this theme is a greatly modified version of a theme called 'consequence' by some lady named rachel.
